Snippet #2072408

"All hands on deck! Sail's down, all men up top, we sail NOW!" Captain Rodgers yelled as he ran up onto the docked ship. He was carrying a big bag on his shoulder and was obviously in a huge hurry. Standing tall in his attire with his side pistol sitting in his holster with a bit of smoke coming off the tip. He had been in a conflict and with his lovely crews track record they wouldn't want to stay in port for very long.

"Maverick I want these men in working order and out of sight from the coast by the time that I come back up top! Mr. Hughes put Ms. Turner down in the cell, un-gag her, and give her this apple, they are pretty damn good. Now lets move people!" Captain Rodgers said as he put the bag full of little princess on Arron's shoulder and a apple in his hand as Maverick head around the top whipping all the hands into shape.

Joesph sat down on his bed as he whipped his face and took a drink of the water on his hand table. ".....Dammit! What the hell was I thinking...." Joesph laid down on his bed as he thought back to the events that brought him to this horrible mess.

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Joesph walked through the streets of Spain, enjoying the scenery, taking in the atmosphere. It was a good day around good people. As he was walking his mind kept coming back to the fact that he was a little shorthanded, he didn't have the biggest crew in the world but they were good enough to keep everyone afraid and on the run. He only let the men he trust on his ship and that was the real reason of it so that wasn't something he was going to change. Instead, he needed a better ship. If he wasn't going to make a bigger crew he needed a better ship. So he started designing in his head. Thinking of all the best parts and weapons from around the known world, wood from china, weapons from spain, sails from britian, his ship was going to be amazing. Even though he was one of the most well known captains in the world, he didn't have enough money. That ship was going to be expensive and he would need more money but where would he get it. Just as he thought that he saw a carrige ride by, on the back was a british flag. With a smile on his face Joesph started walking to the british embassy as a plan started to form in his head.

"Lord Turner, a Mr.....Buckshot, to see you. The man looked up from his desk with a start as he took a big sigh and waved his hand. In walked Joesph with a big grin on looking around the room, "Ohh! ops, sorry, I'll get that on my way out." He said as he tripped over a sack of apples in the room. The butler rolled his eyes as he left the room closing the door. "What do you want Joe?" Said the man looking at the pirate as he stood up from his desk. "How are you today chap? Been quite a while John." John Turner, a high lord in Britan, he played around with politics and other things and was filthy rich because of it. When Joesph was a kid on the street, John kept a eye on him. He gave him some food every once and a while and a bed when it was to nasty out. John kept offering to adopt him but Joe wouldn't have it, he couldn't have that life. "I need a loan John, a big one." Joe said as he chomped into one of the apples that laid on the floor. "Ughhhh...Joe you know I can't do that, I'm suppose to arrest you on sight after that big event in Ireland." "Hey, they said it was fine! That wasn't my fault. Besides when you have something that shiny in the middle of a cake, you don't value money. Look I need this money John, I can get it from you or I can take it." Joe said as he took another bite into the apple looking a bit more serious. "Joe, this isn't you, you've been getting a bit more careless over the years and I'm not going to support this!" "The world's nasty John! Not everyone can talk with royal family and sleep in a mansion! Sometimes, sometimes you have to make your own way." Joe said looking at the older man as he reached down and pulled the hammer back on the pistol. "Joe....how dare you, after all I've done for you! You will not get any money out of me." Joe nodded his head as he turned to the door opening, in walked the framiler face that he had grown up around. "You may not care about your life John, but you care about Alice's." Joe said as he drew his pistol and wrapped his arm around Alice's mouth. "Hello love, been far to long. We'll catch up later, I hope school went well." "Joesph Rodgers! Are you out of you'r mind?!" "I'll give her back when I get word the money is in a safe place." Joe grabbed the bag that he had tripped over and threw it over her knotting it when her feet were in. "Up we go darling." He said tossing her on his shoulder as he pointed the gun at John. "You send someone after me and you know what I'll do John." Behind Joe he heard a click and turned quickly as he saw the butler holding a pistol. Sadly for the butler, there were few that was a faster pull than buckshot Rodgers. Joe pulled his flintlock and let off a shot at the butler. With a shot off he knew there was no time to waste, he ran out of the mansion and headed to his ship.

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"She probably thinks I killed John, dammit Joe what were you thinking." Joe came up top of the ship and walked up to his second in command. "Well, we can't sail north, Britian is there, we can't sail south, there's nothing there, east is nothing but land, that leaves one option. Sail west, hope we hit a island, it's the best we can do." Joe said patting Maverick's shoulder. "Set sail, I have to go below, I need to talk to our guest."